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Communication you have to make to me.’
‘With all my heart,’ said Raffles; ‘this is a comfortable
place— a little dull for a continuance; but I can put up with
it for a night, with this good liquor and the prospect of see-
ing you again in the morning. You’re a much better host
than my stepson was; but Josh owed me a bit of a grudge for
marrying his mother; and between you and me there was
never anything but kindness.’
Mr. Bulstrode, hoping that the peculiar mixture of jovi-
ality and sneering in Raffles’ manner was a good deal the
effect of drink, had determined to wait till he was quite so-
ber before he spent more words upon him. But he rode home
with a terribly lucid vision of the difficulty there would be
in arranging any result that could be permanently count-
ed on with this man. It was inevitable that he should wish
to get rid of John Raffles, though his reappearance could
not be regarded as lying outside the divine plan. The spir-
it of evil might have sent him to threaten Mr. Bulstrode’s
subversion as an instrument of good; but the threat must
have been permitted, and was a chastisement of a new kind.
It was an hour of anguish for him very different from the
hours in which his struggle had been securely private, and
which had ended with a sense that his secret misdeeds were
pardoned and his services accepted. Those misdeeds even
when committed—had they not been half sanctified by the
singleness of his desire to devote himself and all he pos-
sessed to the furtherance of the divine scheme? And was he
after all to become a mere stone of stumbling and a rock of
offence? For who would understand the work within him?